I Love When You Eat for Me
I love when you eat for me. I love buying snacks for you. I love baking pies and cakes for you. I love seeing you savor each scrumptious bite of steak and potato. I love watching you feasting on each stuffing of burgers, fries, soda, chicken wings, pizza, ice cream, and more that I bring for you. I enjoy seeing you eat so many foods.
And I love looking at your belly. I love teasing you with hints of an upcoming stuffing. I love seeing the eager look on your face when I set before you a whole family meal. I love holding you as you eat. I love rubbing your full belly to help relieve the pressure. I love telling you how proud I am that you’ve eaten so much.
Our feedings are a special time between us, a kind of intimacy unlike any other. It’s a kind of physical intimacy by proxy, via my hands, though the food, into your hungry mouth. Each bite you take is a fattening French kiss. It’s a time where we don't have to think – free from the worries of daily life – because it’s so simple: I bring food, you eat food. Our feedings help us both relax.
I look forward to watching you eat for me. I know my selections will satisfy your ravenous hunger. And I look forward to seeing you eat more for me each time. It’s so calming watching you eat. With each stuffing, your stomach grows a little more, and with that extra capacity, it takes a little more to fill up. Each time it takes a little longer, and I get to gaze at the bliss on your face for just those few bites more.
You can’t deny that your appetite has grown. But then, that’s what you want, isn’t it? I daydream about what the next meal you’ll eat will be. As you’ve grown as my feedee, I’ve become hooked on feeding you. I love when you eat for me, my dear feedee, and I don’t want you to stop.